Outside the tall city walls of Qingzhou Mansion, a winding stream of people hurriedly entered and exited the many city gates.
In front of the wide moat, a group of people stopped and waited.
"What does Feng Qingxuan want to do here?"
Bai Xian'er stroked her long hair on the temples, guessing in her mind.
Feng Qingxuan is the contemporary holy son of the Six Hell Demon Sect. According to legend, he was taken into the disciples of Pang Wanyang when he was thirteen years old.
At the age of twenty-three, his energy has been condensed, and he is the most outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Six Hell Demon Sect today.
It is said that he has surpassed the elders of the Demon Sect. In this list of weapons, he is the only one among the younger generation of the Six Prisons Demon Sect to be on the list.
Her senior brother Duan Yunlong was already a genius among geniuses, but he was still far inferior to this person.
"Junior Sister Xian'er, what are you thinking about?"
Chi Changkong, dressed in black, crossed his arms, with a dark cloak moving behind him.
A trace of disgust flashed through Bai Xian'er's heart. So many people died in the Huayan Mountains, but this annoying thing survived.
"The appearance of the Holy Son's body worth thousands of gold in the hinterland of Dafeng will inevitably make people worried. If the court finds out, it will be hard to do anything good."
Bai Xian'er frowned slightly, seeming a little worried.
In fact, this is also the case. With the reputation of the Six Hell Demon Sect, if you walk around the world openly, you will definitely be discovered by the court.
For the imperial court, the Six Hell Demon Sect was a much greater threat than the Soul Seizing Demon Art.
"The imperial court knows, so what can it do?"
Chi Changkong sneered:
"Do you think the Holy Son will be traveling alone?"
Bai Xian'er's heart moved and she looked up.
At the end of his gaze, six red dragon horses were already pulling the dark carriage slowly towards them.
"coming."
Bai Xian'er suddenly realized that everyone else also saw the carriage.
Immediately, a group of people came forward to greet him.
"I'll wait to see the Holy Son!"
In front of the carriage, everyone bowed.
"When you go out, you don't have to pay attention to etiquette."
Feng Qingxuan's plain voice came from the carriage:
"I heard that the Dafeng court arranged a so-called weapon list, and listed me among the seventeenth. I came here this time to see who are qualified to be ranked above me... ....”
"really."
Bai Xian'er's heart moved, and she became a little clear.
This weapon chart disrupted the peace of the world, and exposed many hidden dragons and snakes. In the past month or so, many masters have died because of these false names.
I just didn't expect that even someone like Feng Qingxuan would be involved.
"The Holy Son has been in seclusion all year round. Even if the Dafeng court has the power to reach heaven, how can they know the Holy Son's martial arts? The so-called weapon spectrum is not worth mentioning at all."
Chi Changkong smiled and complimented.
Although they were both from the younger generation of the Six Hells Demon Sect, the gap between him and the Holy Son was huge.
Among the Six Hell Demon Sect, because of Pang Wanyang's existence, this Holy Son can be on an equal footing with several other prison masters.
Huh~
The car curtain was lifted, and a tall, slender man with a face as handsome and perfect as a statue stepped out.
He stepped on the kneeling coachman's back and slowly stepped out of the carriage.
Everyone's attitude became more and more respectful.
"Bai Xian'er."
Feng Qingxuan glanced at Bai Xian'er faintly:
"Do you think it's ridiculous that a person like this Holy Son can't see through his false reputation?"
Bai Xianer's expression changed slightly, and she forced a smile and said:
"Xian'er has little martial arts skills, how dare he try to figure out the Holy Son's thoughts?"
"Your talent is average, your understanding is average, and your temper is weak, let alone courageous. Naturally, you cannot understand the thoughts of this Holy Son."
Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back and said leisurely:
"There are no masters without origins in the world, and there are no masters without fame. Why do you think that is?"
Bai Xianer's smile was a little stiff.
Even though she was calm-minded, she couldn't resist being slapped in the face like this.
"Martial arts cannot be cultivated behind closed doors. Whether it is external resources or internal understanding, it must be fought for, won, and snatched!"
Feng Qingxuan glanced at Bai Xian'er and others and said calmly:
"My master once said that even if you have the power of a real dragon, if you haven't soared for a day, you will always be a worm or a worm! You have never even had a false name, so you have to see the false name? You can't see it. You can see it clearly. ?Isn’t it ridiculous?”
"I admire the Holy Son's humble words and great righteousness."
Chi Changkong's smile became even brighter.
Feng Qingxuan was neither happy nor angry, and glanced at Chi Changkong:
"Under the shadow of your predecessors, you are living more and more like earthworms."
Chi Changkong's face froze.
"Still a groundworm with no potential at all."
Feng Qingxuan continued to attack without any care.
He never cared whether his subordinates complained, let alone whether they were truly loyal.
Just like his master Pang Wanyang, who single-handedly suppressed the Six Hell Demon Sect, even if he didn't have any subordinates, who would dare to resist him?
Chi Changkong's smile became a little stiffer.
Bai Xian'er laughed secretly in her heart.
"Once upon a time, Master traveled around the world, conquered many major sects with his own power, fought and killed countless masters, and went through countless battles before he gained the reputation of being the strongest in the world!"
Feng Qingxuan didn't care about the two people's thoughts at all, and slowly said:
"I have enough savings. When I come to Dafeng, I want to challenge many masters one by one and follow the path that my master walked in the past! This weapon chart is arranged very well, but it saves a lot of effort... .....”
Chi Changkong and Bai Xian'er bent to listen, but they didn't speak easily.
Feng Qingxuan was too lazy to talk too much to such a few earthworms, so he asked instead:
"I heard that there is a master of weapons in Qingzhou Mansion, right?"
"Return to the Holy Son."
Bai Xian'er replied softly:
"There is indeed someone in Qingzhou Mansion who is on the list of weapons, Haoran Longsword, Ke Mengfan. At this time, he should be drinking in Di Yao's residence..."
"Women are better at handling intelligence."
Feng Qingxuan nodded slightly and said:
"In that case, just wait outside the city."
After saying that, he walked towards Qingzhou Mansion unhurriedly.
"Holy Son, are you going to take action like this?"
Bai Xianer pretended to be worried:
"There are people from the imperial court stationed in Qingzhou Mansion..."
"Court?"
Feng Qingxuan chuckled: "We are fighting life and death, and I think the one who is most happy to see the results is the imperial court..."
The words floated in the air.
However, Feng Qingxuan's figure has been lost in the sight of several people.
His pace seemed slow, but it was incredibly fast, as if he had shrunk to an inch.
"Such light kung fu..."
Bai Xian'er's eyelids twitched, and she felt a little worried.
This Feng Qingxuan came here for the weapons list. Grandpa is now second on the Earth Ranking. Isn't this his target?
"Ke Mengfan is dead."
Chi Changkong licked the corners of his mouth with a ferocious smile:
"That girl of his is so cruel!"
.......
The seventh floor of Di Yao's residence was completely empty.
Ke Mengfan, dressed in green clothes hanging to the floor and with a simple and ordinary face, sat alone in front of the window, drinking in the wind.
He looks very ordinary, or rather, a little ugly.
Although he is very tidy, he is not a man who pleases women.
Emperor Yao lives here, and he comes often.
This seventh level, at some point, had become his exclusive possession, and no one else dared to approach it.
Except for the waiter and the woman who was with him at this time.
"Master Ke, your wine."
The waiter went upstairs and served the brewed wine.
"The wine in your house is much weaker now that I drink it."
Ke Mengfan took the drink and took a sip, shaking his head.
He has been drinking this wine for many years and has always liked it.
But since his friend returned from Fengzhou and brought him a bottle of Yangxiaotang's strong and fragrant liquor, he drank other drinks without any taste.
"Master Ke, we really can't make the wine you want."
The waiter smiled bitterly.
It would be impossible to figure out the secret recipe and production process of this wine based on just a little bit of wine.
And this Mr. Ke is too stingy, leaving only a few drinks.
Even if a man from heaven descends to earth, I'm afraid it won't be possible.
"Okay, okay, don't embarrass the second brother."
A woman with a delicate appearance and as gentle as water gently helped the waiter, and then looked at Ke Mengfan tenderly:
"Brother, you drink a lot, so you have to control it. The wine is so strong that you'll get drunk just by smelling it. It's a good thing that you can't find it."
"Alcohol is actually nothing good to drink. It's just that humans should not be too sober. If they are sober, it will be very painful..."
Ke Mengfan drank the wine in his glass and sighed softly.
"Brother, you are drunk."
The delicate woman stretched out her hand to grab his wine bottle.
"Xiu'er, tell me, what a terrible world this is."
Ke Mengfan dodged the woman's hand, picked up another bottle of wine, and took two sips, his eyes slightly blurred:
"Of all the living beings in this city, some sell wine and meat, some sell charcoal and firewood, some work hard all day long, and some sell their children and daughters. It seems that the only meaning of being born is to serve those few people..."
"You are really drunk."
Xiu'er also sighed, saying something similar, ever since the person in front of her saved her.
He said it a thousand times, and he heard it a thousand times.
"Xiu'er, do you know why I want to save you?"
Ke Mengfan looked at the delicate woman with blurred eyes.
"have no idea."
Xiu'er's face turned slightly red, looking at this face that was not handsome, her heart was racing.
Ke Mengfan let out a long sigh and asked:
"Your family is originally rich and powerful. Your father is a master of the true energy realm and dominates the country. Your mother is a young lady from a martial arts family. You have been well-dressed and well-fed since you were a child, right?"
Xiu'er didn't know what she thought of, and the blush on her face dissipated, replaced by a touch of paleness:
"You, what do you want to say?"
"You guessed right, I killed your parents."
Facing the woman's increasingly desperate eyes, Ke Mengfan nodded indifferently.
"why why?"
The woman named Xiu'er trembled, tears streaming down her face, her voice was as sad as an abandoned animal:
"Why do you tell me that since you lied to me, why, why don't you lie to me for the rest of your life?"
Ke Mengfan's face was expressionless.
Watching the woman go from grief-stricken to hysterical, and finally running out full of hatred.
Then he sighed softly.
"It's a good arrangement, but it's pointless."
The low and clear footsteps came from the end of the long street and echoed clearly in Ke Mengfan's ears in the noisy downtown.
Among the tidal flow of people, Feng Qingxuan, who was dressed in black and gilt brocade clothes and had a face that was as handsome as a human being, raised his eyes slightly and commented lightly in an indifferent tone:
"Haoran Long Sword, Ke Mengfan? It turns out he is just an ordinary, somewhat ugly drunkard."
On the seventh floor of Di Yao's residence, the mist in Ke Mengfan's eyes slowly faded.
With three points of solemnity and seven points of coldness, he said:
"Demon Prison Wu Jianbu, are you...the Holy Son of Six Prisons, Feng Qingxuan?"
